“Milk, please, and three sugars,” Chloe says as demurely as possible, playing the damsel in distress. “I’m so glad I ran into a sweet man like you. You don’t know what kind of monsters lurk in the dark these nights.”
The man winced at Chloe's words. He filled the cup with coffee and then added sugar. Then, he put the cup on the table. "Seat down." He offered a chair as he put the milk next to the coffee. He sat on the other chair, glanced at the monitors then back at Chloe. He clicked his lips as he was thinking of something, his eyes unfocused.
Chloe gets up and walks over to the monitor looking at it leaning forward letting her top droop down exposing more cleavage. “what’s so on your mind that it made you make such an expression?”
The sight of open cleavage pulled his eyes to her, but as he heard her question, his face darkened. Spoiler: Social 8, 14 vs DC 12 - success "Just a thing that happened on site." He walked up to the stove and started preparing himself a cup of coffee. "There was a murder on site. Nasty thing." He turned to glance at her. "That's why I agree with you." He turned on the coffee grinder and as it stopped working he started preparing coffee. "So, your mom, when she will be here?" He asked as he sat in front of her.
"It will still be a while. I think I woke up her up when I called. Murder that sounds awful. Dead bodies make me squeamish," Chloe said as she got up to stand by him. "I don't see how they got on-site through the gate. I imagined it is locked with a big padlock, or is there some button to press for an electronic system?"
The guard snorted. "Well, the standard policy is quite a capitalist one - that is to save on everything and spend as little as you can-" He stopped himself from continuing. "Never mind that you are right - this was an awful affair. Let's talk about something else." He took a sip of coffee. "How do you like the drink?" He asked, then paused. "Ah, wait a minute. I head a leftover of cake in the fridge." He got up and walked to the fridge, started looking through what was inside.
Slowly, Warwick eases himself to his feet, feeling the vigor of his unlife and revelling in it. As he realises he has nowhere to be tonight, his mind begins to swim with the things he can do. He gazes at his phone and thinks about his wife, imagining seeing her, informing her of what happened to him. She's always been as depraved as he, and he imagines the thought of him using his powers on her, dominating her will, would turn her on more than anything. And his daughters...oh his daughters... He licks his lips. Recallng Siti's words, he decides not to test her, as he's probably being observed. He'll have to convince her to let him see his family later. For now, his mind turns to Karen, and his unfinished business with her daughter. Spoiler: Miss Me? Well hello there, honey... I think I'm ready for more fun. He attaches a lewd photo of her from the other night - just to make sure she gets the message.
As he sent the message, there was a long pause. Then after several minutes, finally, Karen sent a reply. Spoiler: Reply What do you want? The reply was swift and to a point.
Spoiler: Reply You're a smart woman. I'm sure you can figure it out. Are you at home? Warwick smirks as he imagines Karen fuming at his arrogance, but simultaneously remembering the way he made her feel, like no other man has before.
There was another pause as the reply came, but this time, shorter. The reply was a simple 'Yes'... He remembered the tightness of blond MILF's pussy, the texture and firmness of her tits, the sound of her voice as she was moaning.
Spoiler: Reply If you have plans, cancel them. Warwick chuckles, driving to Karen's place, eagerly entering her home.
Spoiler: Mental 18, 17 vs DC 11 - 2 successes As Warwick stopped the car in front of Karen's house, he made his way to her house, but paused. As he walked from the other side of the building, he had a good view of Karen's house. And by the angle he saw a movement inside the house. As he looked closed, he realised it was Karen, waiting by the front door... With a baseball bat raised above her head, ready to strike.
Warwick chuckles. Oh, how he's going to punish her for this... Exiting his car, he heads up the driveway. After checking there are no cameras watching the front lawn or further, he approaches the doorway. He rings the doorbell, steps out of bat range, and activates obfuscate, so that when Karen opens the door to spring her trap, she'll see nothing.
"It's open!" Karen calls at the door bell. But as there is no reply, she carefully opens the door to glance outside, the bat in her hand covered by the wall.
He stands perfectly still, waiting for her to peek out properly. She does, but he keeps still. Then, the moment arrives. As she turns her head, probably checking to make sure he's not creeping up behind her, he make his move. He pushes forward, bulk assisted by vampiric strength, sending the door slamming into her, followed by his body. Sending her tumbling to the ground, Warwick catches the bat before it falls, kicking the door closed behind him. "Now what were you planning to do with this, I wonder?" He grins widely.
The blond was completely taken by surprise. She fell on the floor, on her back, with a small yelp of surprise. It took her a moment to recover. She looked at Warwick with some fearful, wild look in her eyes - then she turned around, got on her feet and started running away, her heels clicking loudly as she made to the back door.
"Oh come now, let's not be ridiculous." Warwick chuckles, following along, using his speed to grab her by the hair. "After all, if I lose interest in you..." He shoves the blonde against the wall. "I'll start taking an interest in your daughter Stacy..."
Spoiler: Physical 15 vs DC 9 - success Warwick easily catches up to Karen and grabs her by hair, throwing the scared woman against the wall. She stayed glued against it, but as he mentioned her daughter, the blond grabbed the scissors laying on the desk and threw herself forward, ready to strike at Warwick - only for him to easily catch her hand, overpowering her.
"I guess you want me and Stacy to get well acquainted, hmm?" Warwick chuckles, squeezing her wrist, threatening to break it, until the scissors drop from her hand. "She always was so...engaged in my class. Dropping by my office to...talk...about her grades. If I wasn't busy with other girls at the time, I'd have already fucked that flirtatious minx." He stares Karen in the eye. "Stacy, or you. Who am I going to fuck? Make the decision."
Karen snarled, then her expression turned to one of pain- "Ahhh!" She exclaimed as she let go of the scissors which fell on the ground with a loud thud. Spoiler: Social 16, 5 Vs DC 11 - 1 success The threat, seem to have blown wind out of her sails. She deflated lightly in his grip, her eyes moving to the bat he still held. She was still defiant, but his threat worked. "Me..." She finally said after a moment, her eyes looking down with shame.
